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Death by muffin.
Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie.
John Mathew
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
I've spent the last two hours worried that you were bleeding to death in a ditch," Evie continued. "Now that I know you're okay, I just want you to be bleeding to death in a ditch."
"Aww, Lamb Chop, you missed me.
Another sharp pang stabbed him in the ribs and made him jolt with a grunt.
"Are you in pain?"
Alex smirked. 'I've been bludgeoned within an inch of me life, ye expecting me to jump up and dance a jig?
You know that you have been stabbed when you feel the deep pain of betrayal.
He lived a wounded life
If you like not hanging, drown yourself; Take some course for your reputation.
In my private apocalypse he will be impaled upon his own nightstick.
I've had, you know, my leg chopped off.
His axe took her in the back of the head.
He feels spikes everywhere and rushes to impale himself.
Wounded can inflict the most painful wounds without hesitation.
Rhett: If you've made up your mind to impale someone, do it with conviction.
The ambulance left. My shoulders became gallows and from them I hanged.
Lips parted, soul entered,
blood rushed through veins,
unconditional and unintentional it was.
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
Dead like slipped on a bar of soap or like Colonel Mustard in the library with the lead piping?
But then an old man was discovered impaled in a ditch, and once again his world had started crumbling away beneath his feet. He wondered how long he could keep this up.
So. Ever get the urge to drown anyone?' Ariadne asked.
'No!' Andy replied, horrified.
'Shes just messing with you,' Helen assured her. Her face dropped. 'Seriously, though. What's your stance on strangling?'
'You mean apart from wanting to strangle both of you right now?
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
As the saw teeth caught on the bone, she had performed a second surgery, one less bloody but no less brutal, excising from his heart the impulse to run, to cower, to let the man bleed to death rather than face the horror of saving him. The amputation had left both patients lighter. p 121-122
My organs are dead, my bones are cracked, my skin is a sieve, punctured by pins and needles of pain.
leg in an amputee. Over the centuries, medical treatment had become quite adept at fixing parts of the body that were broken: a shattered bone, or even a shattered mind;
Are you badly hurt?"
"Hideously," said the king, without sounding injured at all. "I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Fresh wounds," said Angua. "But one of them did shoot one of the other in the leg by accident."
"I think you'd better put in your report as -self inflicted- wounds while resisting arrest," said Vimes.
Deathpoint collapsed, a bullet wound in his forehead. Dead.
Fucked Up
Set up
Faced up
Jacked up
Sitting there in chokey
14 years old
No lock on the door
But no way out
No joking
No hoping
No nothing
Pinned Down.
He was bound inside this body, trapped, an airborne being caged. In
So now get up.'
Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.
The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
Such is Life [Executed by hanging.]
Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.
Wounded, not lost.
The match was a short one. The mountain brute received several gashes across his flesh that bled profusely, but the fight came to an abrupt halt when he cleaved the whip-wielding arm from his opponent's body. The crowd cheered, some cringed, and others bathed the stands in their lunch.
Death mattered not
It was a mere puncutation
I' a word that's let you Die
You stabbed me in the ass?"
Bastien
Burned and squashed to death in a silver vat of soup. There must be worst ways to go. But not many.
Untie me so I can kill you.
I have been cut in two.Cut-- Anne Sexton
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
He lies on the couch with only his pants, boots and bandages wrapped around him. I thought about taking off his pants and boots when I sprayed the blood off him in the shower, but decided that I wasn't here to make him comfortable.
defenestration," which derives from "fenestra," the Latin word for "window," refers to the act of throwing something or someone out of the window. Knowing this, we can impress our friends with statements like, "Sally finished her apple and defenestrated the core.")
What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.
crippled. He'd been better as soon as his hooves were trimmed.
He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,
This is the bravo's dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.
He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.
The riot screws did not stop there, they dragged him down the corridor where ten other nameless screws repeatedly coshed him over the head and face and body. Dingus by now was totally out cold, he had received the equivalent injuries of someone who was involved in a car crash.
Dear Mr Skully, I have caught my neck in a mangle and will be indisposed for eternity. Yours in death S.D.
Death by hanging ... well, in view of the whole situation, I never expected anything different. It's all right.
We are fastened to a dying animal.
He fell like a marionette with the strings cut. Now!
A Sister, dipped in blood
Drown'd, all drown'd,
In that great sea which nothing disembogues.
i was an open wound
The moment he'd wrapped his fingers around her wrist, she'd toed the edge of a cliff. The second his fangs had pierced her flesh she'd toppled over. Flying. Lost to sensation. Spellbound by the male who devoured her.
an agony of humiliated indecision
Like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die.
Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.
This was how I was going to die - not in battle, not from the plot of some Council member hell-bent on destroying me, but trampled to death by a bunch of pure-bloods. Of all the ways to die.
I was so going to haunt every last one of them.
You're Death,' I said. 'In saddle shoes.
He'd been beaten to death with a loaf of bread.
Knocked the architecture right out of his legs.
He, being hacked and cut for three solid quarters of an hour by the vigorous hands that had taken charge of his education, was soon nothing but a single wound, from which blood spurted out on all sides.
I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
There is death.
Making his way through all of it.
On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.
Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
One shard of brilliant summer pierced me
and remains.
By this only
unregenerate bone
I am not dead, but waiting.
If I ever saw an amputee getting hanged, I'd probably just start calling out letters.
We began to walk away when I felt a sharp pain rip through my skull. Trevor had grabbed me by my ponytail and flung me to the floor in a fit of rage. I hit the floor, and the force of the impact dazed me.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
I bashed myself. I cut myself. I caught on fire. I fell: I had been myopically focused on peeling garlic, and hadn't noticed a bin of beef at my feet until I walked into it.
If some people are "outed," are other people "inned"? Can we say that someone has been "besided" or "overed"?
My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.
sometimes stood up and speared, and
I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.
Good-bye
if you hear of my being stood up against a stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease or falling down the cellar stairs.
to live at all is to be bruised
You must be as thrilled as I am to meet again.Call it an act of extreme kindness that I requested your leg be bandaged up," she snaps. "I want to see you stand for your execution,and I won't have you dying from infection before I'm through with you."
"Thanks.You're very kind.
How do you know he's dead? I realize that I may regret asking that question." "He's got a broken neck from falling off a roof and I reckon he fell off because he got a steel crossbow dart in his brain." "Ah. That sounds like dead, if you want my medical opinion.
To be stabbed by a woman you didn't even sleep with for several years first," Ryland said. "Shameful. Had you an ounce of male pride you'd hang yourself with your own penis.
I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body.
He'd just fallen off a rock and got a little bit spifflicated in the ribs.
My eyes were still closed when Damian grabbed my left hand, forced it palm-down on the cutting board and WHAM! He severed the tip of my pinky finger off, sliced the top third - nail, bone and all - clean off,
Ethan stood there, his face blue and wrinkled, his lips pulled into a rictus grin. In one hand, he clutched a butcher knife. Blood splattered his hands and face. 'Mommy slipped,' he whispered, and plunged the knife into my leg
a flayed body untangled
string by string and hung
to the wall, an agonized banner
displayed for the same reason
flags are.
You with the tentacles, you're nicked!
All too soon this body
Will lie on the ground,
Cast aside, deprived of consciousness,
Like a useless scrap of wood.
I had rather be guillotined than a guillotiner.
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
Blood squirted as his transected femoral artery haemorrhaged to the rhythm of his horrible heart.
- From Potter's Field
Such was the discipline of Elizabeth's court that any man who struck another within it had his right hand chopped off by the executioner in a most horrible manner.
subsequently sentenced to five minutes on the Wall.
Hangings, beheadings, impalement, oh my!
ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing.
There indeed lay Thorin Oakenshield, wounded with many wounds ...